Of Course Not!

She shook her head as he held her squirming body down to the floor and the stink of his cum, his pheromones, and his sex filled her nostrils and painted her skin thanks to their struggle. Her body shivered in his grip; slowly, Ernest recalled another drunken wish... and tested it by planting a bare hand on her leg. "Mmmmf," Jessica moaned, and her wide eyes met his as they both realized the danger she was now in. She tried to scramble away, but Ernest scrambled her efforts with another willed orgasm; as quietly as he could manage, he lifted her onto the bed and pinned her mouth down while he struggled to slip his hand down her crotch.

"Jessica, listen to me," he urged, his nostrils flaring as he took in her scent, "I can make everything right if you just give me the ring."

She yelled against his fingers and, with a vicious bite, pinched the skin of his middle finger. He was beyond her wounding, however, and the pain she could cause; she, meanwhile, was shuddering as his groping fingers found her poor clit. She could almost see stars as her world exploded at his touch... and this time, truly, just by his touch. He saw her reaction without him mentally commanding her orgasms... and found his wish had finally borne something useful in all this mayhem: every orgasm she had experienced after that particular wish had compounded the effect of his touch tremendously, and now she was so much clay in his hands. He thought back to the Crowleys: they yearned to touch him in any way they could, even as innocuous a touch as ankle to back as he railed them, and drew their mounting pleasures from these innocent caresses.

He had not driven them into the level of sensitivity Jessica was probably experiencing... so how much more did he need to get her on his side? This isn't ****, he assured himself, this is pleasure... pleasure to save the world. The scent of her sex did the rest of the convincing: with a sudden tug, he grappled the straps of her shirt down and looped the entire top off of her by going down her body until her kicking legs got caught on them. Her perfect breasts were bared to him again... and eager to maximize contact, he willed more orgasms into her to turn her cries for help into moans.

"Heeelloooohp! Oh God, stop Ernest, this is.... huuuh!" Jessica was exhausted; her lungs wouldn't ache with their strain, but felt the fatigue of having cried out or screamed as much as she had in the past few hours. She tried turning over on the bed, to rise up on her hands and knees... and stumbled as more orgasms bludgeoned her brain into tingly mush.

Ernest nervously leapt from the bed only long enough to kick the door close; he was left concerned about the window, but he just had to hope it would smother her yells long enough for him to get the ring back. "I'll make everything right, I promise," he repeated as approached the bed, "you've just got to..." Ernest's words slowed as he managed to take off the last bit of his awkwardly-fitting clothing: now properly trapped in a room filled with her scent, and exposed to her nudity, he found himself staring down at her glistening sex as she tried to rise. He came to her, licking his lips as he began to surrender yet again to the natural urgings of supernatural pheromones. "God, you're beautiful."

Jessica spun around on the bed, her eyes wide with worry as she put her hands out. "Don't you fucking come near me, you... you freak!"

Ernest stopped his naked approach, stunned at the sudden accusation. "Jessica, I just need the ring-"

"What the- what the fuck is-?!" Jessica pointed at his absurd cock--now ten inches long and wide as a coke can--until she remembered that wish too. She inhaled sharply to scream... and, stunned by another commanded orgasm and his wafting scent, hummed through clenched lips instead.

Ernest put a knee on her bed. This was happening. "Yeah, I went overboard... it's one of the things I want to fix, but mostly I want to fix whatever I did to... I don't know, the town? The world? This is better than us now, Jessica..." He crawled on the bed towards her.

"I-I saw your sick fantasies, you asshole!"

His crawl stopped. "W... What?"

"You... You wished for me to know how much you wanted me, remember?" She shook her head. "All that fucked up... ugh! I'll never give you the ring!"

Ernest felt his spirit wither... but the mention of his fantasies kept his cock taut. He was, as always, ready to go with a full load; the memory of his fantasies, of claiming Jessica as he so often did any of the women of his dreams, was more palpable than ever. Gone was the hope that she'd eventually come to like him...

... at least, by his words alone.

He lunged for her. She tried to leap and roll off the bed, but her caught her right ankle and pulled back with all his body weight, yanking her back onto the bed. He was upon her--his skinny, naked body and absurd cock now pressed against her rump--and once again planted his hand on her mouth as it readied to scream. The touch of so much of him--and of that rod!--made Jessica's lady squirt just a bit onto Ernest's knee as he wormed it between her legs.

Ernest was spooning Jessica... and the cheerleader was trembling and moaning at the sensation of his body pressed against her back.

Ernest, meanwhile, was treated to the soft, addictive scent of her sweat... and so she may as well have injected him with testosterone. Ernest's body pressed against Jessica, his arm reached over to grope her soft chest, the left and then the right, and resolved to softly pinch her right as he drew more reactions from her. That contact alone was enough. Jessica trembled and moaned as her body spasmed to the mere press and ministrations of Ernest Redmond... and with that orgasm, as with each she had suffered recently, her sensitivity to him only grew.

"Jessica... you're... really making me... this... hard..." Ernest was trying very hard to not just... rut into Jessica. He just had to touch her... and that would drive her to admit the ring's position. Then he'd... stop? Right?

It was a stupid plan. But Ernest was also doing his best to ignore what he obviously, truly wanted: to fuck Jessica again... and this time, to finish inside her. She was right about his fantasies: and now his fantasies were on the verge of coming true. He had imagined it to be more romantic... more gradual... more consensual, true. But her moaning pleasure, her pleading eyes, her lusty stink was... was close enough, claimed the lizard brain.

"Just... tell me where it is," he urged as he made her come again, this time with a mental command, "and I'll... stop..." His hand abandoned her chest... and snaked his fingers down her flinching, flat stomach as it approached her shaved twat.